User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-3135907-20130319210814/@comment-3135907-20130320011945

Captain Goaghan steps forward. "Beggin' y' pardon, but how will we forage when we're trapped in here, wot? Those vermin are camped, just out of arrow range, waitin' for any one of us to come out o' here so's they c'n slay us. We step a paw out the gates an' we'll be pincushions!"